The Miracle of 8% Humidity
Arrived in Bend yesterday evening. Knackered from the 332-mile day, I sleep for 12 hours!
Lowe’s is my home for the next couple of days. It’s very quiet here and off the beaten path - which is proving hard to find within the Bend city limits.
After my slow morning, I head for the river walk for some much-needed exercise.
I’m still in awe that I can move about in the full sun at 1 PM. Doing so feels warm yet pleasant. Back home in the Deep South, such a thing would be downright hazardous.
People out enjoying themselves at high noon!
The outdoors-iness of this town and its inhabitants reminds me of Salida, CO. It seems like every 3rd car roof sports a kayak, mountain bike, or canoe. But Bend feels uncomfortably crowded with its population of 81,000 - in an area that should probably accommodate 40,000. A resident told me today that the real estate vacancy rate is 1%. The traffic is hideous.
The price of gas is $3.99/gallon, while the same quantity of milk sells for $2.84.
Here are a few photos of the drive west yesterday – almost all of it on US 20. It just looks like the Oregon Trail, doesn't it?
According to the road atlas, US 20 is a flat, straight shot across 2/3 of Oregon. Not so! Guess I need a topo map out here.
One of the rare straight stretches.
But it was a scenic drive for sure!
Remember when Dick and Jane would visit their grandparents? I think this is their farm.
See Grandfather's truck?
These days, I’m listening to Treasure Island.
What a ripping good tale! I remember clearly that we had the book in our house when I was a kid. I even remember some of the illustrations, but don’t recall having read it.
And I’m in the middle of this novel.
Have any of you read it? If so, I’d like to hear from you. I count it among the most memorable works of fiction I've read in a long time.
My plan is to see more of this area tomorrow before heading to Crater Lake on Sunday.